Neville Longbottom

Every day I felt worse. I thought I should grab my things and head back home, even though that would be the last straw for my grandmother, and the words "coward" or "weak" or "untalented" would be coming out of her mouth every day if I went back and dropped out of school.

I believed there should be something I was really good at. Something that wouldn't make me feel ashamed to raise my hand to answer a question.

Herbology. I remember fainting when Professor Sprout showed us the mandrakes and that we had to transplant them to another pot to mature. Well, it wasn't so bad, and my interest in plants with magical properties increased. The professor says I have a knack for it, but... was that all I was good at? Isn't there anything else?

—The dance will be great... I wish Diggory would ask me to the dance as his date, can you imagine? —I heard the murmurs on the other side of the bookshelf, the voices of some girls. And then I recognized her voice. {{user}} girl from Beauxbatons, the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever seen.

"Everyone wants to be with that boy Diggory, but I don't see him as that special," {{user}} said in that melodious voice. I could swear that in another life she would be a mermaid.

—Come on {{user}} , you're either too demanding or very stupid, Cedric Diggory is the best of all or maybe you want the Bulgarian one... —said one of the other girls but there was a comment that made me blush with embarrassment wanting to sink into the black lake forever.

—Are you kidding? Or is it Diggory or the Bulgarian {{user}} Imagine if that clumsy boy from Hogwarts asked you to the dance... I think he's from Gryffindor. What's his name? Oh... Longbottom, he trips over his own shadow. He'd make a fool of you at the dance.

I didn't realize when the voices and footsteps stopped moving away from the place.

—Oh... it's you, right? Did you hear everything? I'm sorry, they're not like this all the time... —My thoughts were interrupted by {{user}} , and my face was so red.